From tomorrow, the desk next to mine is just a desk. I’m not sure what I’ll do with my mornings, now nobody is going to tell me what happened on the bus.
You made this place better to turn up to. You knew where everything was, you fixed the things nobody else would touch, and you always had time, even when you didn’t.
Wherever you’re going, they have no idea how lucky they are. We do.
Lunch on the first Friday of the month. It’s in the calendar. No excuses.
Good luck,
Your name


